#lovers

But every spiteful word she ever wrote him was effortless love clenched in her fists. Her heart screaming for stability in this fiery game of desire. ↗

— Coco J. Ginger

#breakup #desire #jamie-weise #love #love-story

Love that is written lasts longer ↗

— Paloma Perpuly

#love

There is a little Juliet inside me, hoping I will lock eyes with my Romeo on the other side of a fish tank or through a gap in a library bookcase. Hell, even if it's behind the condiments section in a supermarket. I don't really mind. ↗

— Jessica Thompson

#love-story #lovers #love

To a man, sex is the ultimate expression of love. It is pure pleasure. But to a woman there exists something greater than pleasure - gestures of adoration. A gentle caress on the cheek, an attentive smile, a soft kiss while swept away in a slow dance, the whispered words, 'You're beautiful' - these are the tokens of love that women cherish. ↗

— Richelle E. Goodrich

#adoration #attention #love #lovers #pleasure

We Greeks are lovers of the beautiful, yet simple in our tastes, and we cultivate the mind without loss of manliness. ↗

— Thucydides

#cultivate #greeks #loss #lovers #manliness

He paused leaning over to lay his lips on hers, “It’s time to feel again. Let me save you from yourself. You were drowning when I found you, but I’m not letting you go, not without a fight.” He kissed her sweetly and moved back standing up and over her. Lena looked up at his out stretched hand. “Take my hand Lena.” He offered and she knew he meant it in a way that went far beyond offering to help her stand. ↗

— Ella Frank

#family-relationships #lovers #family

But it is just two lovers, holding hands and in a hurry to reach their car, their locked hands a starfish leaping through the dark. ↗

— John Updike

#imagery #inspirational #love #lovers #metaphor

To witness two lovers is a spectacle for the gods. ↗

— Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

#gods #lovers #spectacle #two #witness

The library door was thick and none of the ordinary sounds that might have reminded them, might have held them back, could reach them. They were beyond the present, outside time, with no memories and no future, ↗

— Ian Mcewan

#lovers #page- #love

And now let us love and take that which is given us, and be happy; for in the grave there is no love and no warmth, nor any touching of the lips. Nothing perchance, or perchance but bitter memories of what might have been. ↗

— H. Rider Haggard

#death #life #love #lovers #mortality